Showing posts with label Save A Forgotten Equine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Save A Forgotten Equine. Show all posts

Friday, February 18, 2011

February's Featured HeARTist ~ Leah Anderson


It’s certainly fitting that we celebrate the month most closely associated with the Heart with a feature of Leah Anderson.

Leah Anderson

Thanks to Leah, who has worked on both of the past HeART of the Horse events, we have a beautiful logo & some wonderful graphics!


Poster for the Original HeART of the Horse Art Show in 2009

Leah is passionate about everything she does, be it riding, taking photos or caring for those around her. It was while she was a volunteer for SAFE when she was finishing up at the University of Washington that she was inspired to create her cornerstone project, “Forgotten”, a look at rescued horses and what it means to the people who rescued them in their own words and Leah’s beautiful photographs. Everyone who has ever had the opportunity to enjoy the book has been deeply moved…many of us to tears!

Leah & myself looking at her book, "Forgotten" - photo: Debbie Hess


“Forgotten” is available through blurb.com and won their People’s Choice Award in 2008.

Leah is generously donating any profits from the sale of her images on her website Dapple Bay Design or orders of the book “Forgotten” to SAFE this month.

Lost Boys by Leah Anderson

I met Leah in May of 2008 while she was working on the "Forgotten" project after her call out to the SAFE Message board for rescued horses to photograph. I immediately offered Coconut as a subject. Leah came out to KCJ stables and spent the morning shooting the "model" coconut as she posed endlessly for the camera. It's almost as if she knew she was a star!

Coconut as art. photo

Leah shared those photos with me and they've become some of my favorite images of Coconut Macaroon.

Coconut in motion (framed in my office!)

It was at the end of that first photo shoot that I took her up to meet a special little guy who'd been born at KCJ just 17 days earlier...he didn't even have a name.

Baby Basil

But she snapped this photo of him on his very first day out on a pasture with his Mom....Sugar....and then some 9 months later they both were surrendered to Maeve & I and this leggy little creature would end up being called "Basil" and eventually registered as Macho Bar None and sold to his trainer, Kelli Jordan who just took him to his first show (but that's another whole blog post!).

So serious!


In 2009 I had Leah come back out and do a glamor shoot with us as a Christmas gift for my husband Les. He was always so patient with me, my horse activities and the boring (and often dirty) barn attire. I figured he needed a permanent reminder that I *can* clean up OK...

Sylish Girls!

Silly Girls!


We got fancied up and while the original plan included some seated shots, the weather did not cooperate so we played with what we had and used the old barn as our backdrop and I was very happy with the results.

Princesses
What a fun day that was, even in the rain! Be sure to check out her work and we look forward to her next project. Whatever it is, it's sure to have her heart deeply embedded in it. I can hardly wait to see what's next for this amazing and talented young woman.

I'll close with this favor to ask....If you happen to know a publisher, please share her project with them. We'd all like to see "Forgotten" offered to the world. You certainly do not have to be close to the project to feel is impact & emotion.




Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Lucky Stars!

After the story about Bucky B Lucky hit the front page of the Seattle Times the popularity of a certain handsome Thoroughbred went public. No longer was he just a favorite among SAFE Volunteers, he now had a larger following, including some folks from across the country.

In December SAFE was contacted to see if Lucky was available to be featured in a story that our local PBS Affliate, KCTS 9 (Seattle/Yakima) was working on about the life of a Thoroughbred after the race track. Of course we said yes and on January 5th reporter Jenny Cunningham & her film crew came out to interview SAFE President Jaime Taft, VP Bonnie Hammond and myself about his story & our efforts to help Off The Track Thoroughbreds and other horses.

Getting ready for his closeup!


Lucky is no stranger to the camera for a quick WIN photo but he found this extra attention quite engaging and the new equipment very interesting. At one point he got so close that he fogged up the camera!


Will it eat me or is it something for ME to eat?
He got cleaned up for his interview and then got turned out with two other Off-The-Track horses who live at Jaime's farm in Monroe: Slam (of Dressage Days fame) and Vanna (Vanity Fair) who is a former SAFE horse that Jaime personally adopted. They played a game of "race horse" around the arena and gave us quite a show!

Vanna & Slam have fun playing "Race Horse" with Lucky


After the turnout it was time to show off what a good boy he is. We got him tacked up and Jaime rode him around her arena. He did great demonstrating his walk & trot but best of all showing off how calm he is!


Lucky at the trot.


This week we got word that the show will air this coming Friday, February 18th at 7:00pm on their regular program KCTS Connects (channel 9 or 109 for local Comcast customers.)

We decided that it would be a great reason to get together with other local equestrians so SAFE is holding two Viewing Parties that evening.

If you're in the Monroe or surrounding area join us at:

Monroe Fire Station
163 Village Court
Monroe, WA

if Auburn/Black Diamond is more convenient, please join us at:

Horsepitality Too! Riding Center
33623 206th Ave SE
Auburn, WA

Both events run from 6:30 - 8:00pm and light snacks & drinks will be provided.

If you're interested to attend, please contact me or RSVP on one of the facebook pages:

Monroe - http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=1 ... 23&index=1

Auburn - http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=1 ... 65&index=1

We hope to see you there! If you're outside the viewing area, I'll post links as soon to watch it later online as soon as I know when that feature will be available.

EDIT TO UPDATE ( 2/23/11): Here is the link to the KCTS Video. It's easy to skip ahead to around Minute 12 to start the Bucky B Lucky Segment. I will add that in any story there can be a few things that aren't quite right, overall I'm very happy with the outcome.
Enjoy! http://video.kcts9.org/video/1809648702

Monday, February 14, 2011

Calling Your Stallions!

Doesn't your stallion or stud colt deserve a shot at a long and happy life? Have you considered his options by remaining in-tact? What are your goals for him by keeping him a stallion? Is he showing, performing & earning his status? Please ask yourself these questions and then consider giving him the gift of a life-changing opportunity...

Make him a gelding!!!

Save A Forgotten Equine (S.A.F.E.), in partnership with Tacoma Equine Hospital, is offering a Low-Cost Castration Clinic...just $50 will buy him a brighter future.

Date: Monday - February 28, 2011
Location: Tacoma Equine Hospital - 3112 156th Street East, Tacoma, Washington 98446


Apply now at: Save A Forgotten Equine Web Application


Approved candidates will receive day-of-treatment pre/post surgical care on site at Tacoma Equine Hospital, basic medications and the services of a castration by the very qualified Vets at Tacoma Equine Hospital.


All horse candidates must be in good health, have a verifiable up-to-date Tetanus vaccination (or may purchase one on the day of service), and have both testicles fully descended. 


There are only up to 10 spots available that day so get your application started now. 

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Planning For The Unknown

52 Thoroughbreds needed homes or were going to be sent to slaughter in Ohio....or so went the email, Facebook and Craigslist campaign that swept the internet last week.

I even received six emails from several of my huge hearted non-horse friends about this story asking if I knew anyone who could help. I had also seen it posted on Facebook a dozen times through various organizations I "like" &  my extended friend network that includes many rescuers and other equestrians (and non-equestrians too!). My first reaction was that there must be more to the story and so I didn't immediately pick up the phone and call the number listed because a) I had no way of placing them from my corner of the county & b) it did appear they were getting plenty of attention.

So as it turns out, there really was an owner who passed away recently; a breeder, owner & vet in the Ohio Thoroughbred racing industry by the name of Daniel Stearns. If you'd like to read more about the internet sensation and resulting discoveries, you can read it on the Fugly Blog. As it turns out by the time most of us heard about it, the horses were reportedly rehomed to other racing barns and that by late last week, there were no horses who needed to be placed and the plea then went out to please stop calling the real phone number that had been posted over and over and over....

So it sounds like an acceptable outcome for these horses but I saw an underlying question in this drill...

Do you have a plan on what to do with your horse(s) should you become unable to care for them? This is about to go in a few directions....but one would be the obvious first concern (to me)....if I died, what would happen to my beloved Coconut? My son, Corey, says he wants her but is he truly prepared to provide for her in the manner in which she has become accustomed? I promise anyone who cares for my horse after I am gone that I will come back and Haunt the Hell out of you if you fail her in any way shape or form, should you accept the challenge of becoming her next forever home! So, maybe the fear of me nagging him from the other side is incentive enough to make sure he'd always do the right thing by her, is it really the best thing for her? Maeve said she'd take care of Coconut until the right home could be found. I also thought about the rescue I work with, certainly through their contacts they could find a placement for her through the SAFE Assisted Adoption Program, right!? I choose to believe in my heart that there are several others who would step up for "The Nut!" and either give her a home or find the best possible one. (you KNOW who you are!!)

All that and I only have ONE HORSE!!! What if you had more than one? What if you were a racing barn, a training facility or even a rescue? What if you had 10? ...20?....100? or more??? This idiot, James Leachman, in Montana didn't die, but he did lose his property and had no where to take his 450 horses....let's spell that out... FOUR HUNDRED & FIFTY Horses....and left them there!! Unacceptable!!! If you can no longer care for them, SOMEONE has to. If you own them, breed them or have any plan to make it your income, it is YOUR responsibility to care for them until you can find a suitable/responsible placement for them. Responsible means just what it implies. They are YOUR responsibility now and will be until you die unless you get someone else to accept that responsibility for you. I can't even begin to wrap my head around trying to rehome 450 horses!

...but back to the main subject...

There are so many things to think about & I don't know how one might plan out every scenario but it's really thought provoking to consider the possibilities. We don't need to play out every scene of Black Beauty to understand what can happen in the course of a horse's long life. Some of us need only look as far as our own stalls to be reminded how close horses can come to the brink of disaster.

What would I choose if I had the ability to? Of course I'd want her to feel very loved and that she enjoyed her new home. I would want her new partner to be a good fit and that they both earn respect with one another. Much of that philosophy goes into what I do with her. If today was my last day at the barn, what would happen when the next person steps in to grab her lead rope? Would she be respectful & do as they ask? I think she would...although she's going to eventually ask them her own interview questions like "What will you do when I jump like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssss and get all four feet in the air while lunging?" "How will you protect me when horse eating alpaca's come to get me on a trail ride? .....show me riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight now!!!!!!!!!". She'll also ask the question (while batting her beautiful white eyelashes at them) "Can you promise to love me?" I feel I've answered those questions for her and she's pretty trusting for the most part. But then again, I do feel like she chose me and that can make a difference.

I feel like what we do together is training, no matter what it is. My trainer Chrissy taught me that! Even if it's just me coming out and grooming her and having some hand grazing. There is still the element of constant behavioral expectations. When we ride, it's done with consistency. The same cues mean the same question every time. She gets to know me and what I want, I get to know her and how she'll perform. It's a dance of sorts....an ever evolving dance. I've seen others ride her and it's always interesting to see how she responds to them. I watched her test people. When I think to myself, "She never does that for me!" I guess I have to understand that it's because we're a team and we know each other pretty well. She no longer has to ask me the interview questions (I'll add here that I sometimes see her bad behavior as a message she's sending me, not always as a question she's asking me).

How does that translate to the potential rehoming process, you ask?  It matters plenty to me since I need her to possess as many of the quality skills as possible so that her re-homing value grows. Not in a monetary sense, but in a behavioral sense. What happens if her lack of confidence or her intuitive interview skills unfairly portrays her as the rowdy sort? The likelihood that she'll make a good impression starts to dissipate and the odds that her future might hold drama grows. That is not the outcome I would want for her.

It becomes my job to make sure she's a good citizen, to borrow a phrase from Monica Bretherton's Blog, HorseBytes,  and to make sure that while I can't provide her full history, I can account for the history I've created for her over the last 4 1/2 years. I've also been marketing her to a point. She's certainly not my little secret pony at home. I share her story with the world mostly because I want others to feel they are not alone in their journey, whatever part of mine they might feel akin to but also because someday that story may help her in her next chapter if for some reason I can not be in it. No, I have no plans to ever part ways with Coconut. However, if it were not my choice, I think there is enough out there about her that someone would step up and say that she could be a good fit for them and vice-versa.

The next thing I think about are my friends who have large herds, horse facilities or business attached to their horses. What provisions are in place should you no longer be in a position to make decisions...or even care for them....tomorrow? Are your horses going to be advertised on Facebook, Craigslist & emailed out to the entire world? Is that how you want them dispersed or re-homed? If you don't, the time is, while you still can, to put a plan in place.

I like the model Save A Forgotten Equine (S.A.F.E.) has for placing horses. They assess the horse for it's strengths and needs, matching that up to potential adopters. There are a series of meetings between horse and adopter as well as a reference & site check. It's never done solely over the internet. A placement is the work of several people touching each aspect of the horse's well being before the word "Approved" is announced. This makes me feel confident when a rescue favorite ends up in a home I know I might never see them at again but knowing they found a great match is worth what I, as a volunteer, might give up.

There's also the SAFE Assisted Adoption Program that has been in place for many years but has been updated for 2011. We will go out and do evaluations on the horse, document their health care and photograph the horse, if needed, to help us most effectively market their horse. The goal would be to help good owners find responsible placement for their beloved equine companions through the same screening process that SAFE gives it's own herd with the additional promise to look after the horses' well being in that new home for the rest of its life. The difference is that the owner continues to care for the horse and has a say in the final adoption. The rehoming fee is then donated directly to SAFE. I've had the honor of being able to work on this program and invite anyone who might be looking to rehome their horse to check it out on the SAFE Website.

One horse that recently entered the SAFE Assisted Adoption Program is Walker, a 17 year old New Zealand  Thoroughbred with eventing experience. Check out Walker in his SAFE Thread.



I certainly don't have all the answers, especially for those with large herds but I'd like to pose the question to those of you who do....What is your plan?

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

HeARTists

That little project that we started last year called "HeART of the Horse: An Art Show/Auction to Benefit Equine Rescue" has started to take on a life of it's own. While I hope that it is always attached to S.A.F.E. I have been thinking that it may need to become an anticipated yearly event, much like the SAFE Benefit Horse show.

Bonnie & I were chatting about the success of the show and the areas that need to be improved. I'd come to the conclusion that thousands of dollars were left on the table at the last show (and probably the one before that as well) because, while we did get a great crowd there, we probably didn't get enough of the "right" crowd there to bring in the kinds of price tags most of that work was worth.

A huge thanks goes out to the artists and photographers who rallied to support us in our event and to all of the SAFE supporters who came out to collect some amazing pieces. But let's all think about the works & the artists themselves for a moment...

Several of the artists who contributed regularly sell their work for thousands of dollars & when they donate a piece they do so hoping it will bring in top dollar to help SAFE help horses in need. It must be so disappointing to watch your piece sell for a mere fraction of what it's worth. The point of giving is probably the act of giving but I can't help but think that their disappointment is based more on the lack of contribution to the cause over the lack of earning a reasonable price tag. Maeve explained the "charity" aspect of art donation to me from the write off (which is the cost of the materials, but not the retail value of the painting, itself) to the actual dollar value it brings to the cause in question.

My take-a-way from this last event is that there were works there that should have sold for more...LOTS more...and I'm thinking that we need to approach the art of the Charity Art Show from a new perspective & that is to involve the artists in the potential outcome more by encouraging them to promote the event and invite their known collectors, family & friends. People are probably willing to buy pieces they have a connection to or are aware of it's actual value. (Maeve also taught me that Art is a "perceived" value...it's worth what someone believes it is worth based on their own tastes and/or understanding of the market for it).

But as an organization, I think we also have an opportunity to promote our contributors whom I have now dubbed "HeARTists" and my first effort to help the public get to know them.

I've kicked off a project that will take the name of the event..."HeART of the Horse" but will expand it to an ongoing project with a once-yearly live event. The project will promote the HeARTists themselves and help to bring in folks who want to collect these amazing works.

It is my pleasure to introduce "Shano"

Shano is not only an artist but a long time SAFE supporter (a common trait amongst the HeARTists you will meet over the next several months).

In June of 2007, a Paint horse named Rusty came to SAFE through a neglect case in Skagit County. He was with SAFE as a foster horse until October and his custody could be released. Shano & her family adopted Rusty in November of that year and Rusty found his forever home on Camano Island. Doesn't it just make sense that artists should have paints?


According to her Bio she has a background in fashion illustration and art history but clearly she has a passion for painting and her unique style is among my favorites. I've actually spent hours just checking out her work featuring cats, dogs, mermaids, fairies, angels, fantasy and, of course, horses!


Take a peek at her work and if you're tempted to have one of her originals, a print or perhaps a handbag, tshirt or flask (yes, flasks!) then please purchase from her website...and for the month of December Shano is donating 20% of her US online sales if you mention "SAFE" in your message or in your email header.


You will find Shano's art on her website and the promotion is also located on the Save A Forgotten Equine Facebook Page .

Those who have me on their holiday gift list would find many Shano images that I'm sure you'll know I'd love! (yes, that's a hint!)

I'm certain there are gifts there for the horse, cat, dog (etc...) enthusiast on your own list if it doesn't happen to include me ...or should it happen to include me, I bet it also includes others with similar interests....so take her up on her amazing offer to help you check off your holiday list, help SAFE help horses in-need!

...or forward it to someone you know who has YOU on their gift list.... ;-)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A Beautiful Voice

I had the honor & pleasure of being the Volunteer Coordinator for Save A Forgotten Equine for just over two years and have seen many dedicated volunteers over the years. Some of them stick around for years and some take the giant leap and adopt one of the horses they've grown attached to and most move on to do other amazing things.

Today I'd like to honor a young lady I knew mostly through emails as I helped her coordinate her volunteer availability but have always been impressed with her dedication to working with the horses.

Caiti Raimer is just 17 years and has been volunteering for almost 2 years. She obviously feels tremendously in tune with the horses she helps care for and wrote this article for the Monroe Monitor featuring, once again, Bucky B Lucky...He does seem to have that affect on the people who's lives he touches. Her story is soulful and beautiful. With amazing young equestrians like this I am extremely hopeful for the future of our passion.

Please enjoy her story: The Killing of Kings

I'm very proud of you Caiti!


Friday, September 24, 2010

Updates....before I start my WEG adventure!

I had to read back through my last few posts to come face to face with the fact that it's been almost 2 months since I last posted. It certainly isn't because I haven't been doing anything with horses...perhaps it's that I've been doing quite a lot. One thing I know for sure is that I've had so much on my plate lately that sitting down to write it all out seemed overwhelming. Not all of it was horse related, but some is/was.

So here are a few updates before I get to the current excitement....

July was spent getting ready for the SAFE Benefit Horse show. I had been practicing my Into-Level Dressage tests...ok, not really the tests, but the moves as Chrissy said NOT to practice it over and over since Coconut would memorize it and would rush it, we wanted her to respond, not think ahead. I think I was ready. Maybe not ready to win, but ready to see where we needed to improve and the relaxed setting of the SAFE show would be a good place to start.

The weekend before the show we set up our home arena as a mock trails course and all of the KCJ horses did a great job of going over faux bridges, through the scary plastic waterfall and standing still near the mail box (or sometimes getting the courage to even pass next to it!). This was our second "Play Day" and they always seem to be such fun. This year we even practiced having a pop-up tent & spectators nearby. After our ride we had a BBQ and celebrated a good day with our horses and friends.

Getting ready on an organizational basis for the SAFE show was also taking up quite a bit of my time but the work was well worth it in terms of success in getting arenas & classes sponsored. It's certainly encouraging that the community came together to support this amazing event.

Friday afternoon before the show (8/6) a very nice sized group of us reported to Donida to get things set up. We ended up working until late into the evening but (most) things seemed to be moving along well. Our fearless leader, Bonnie, was in a great mood at the turnout of volunteers and the way the show had shaped up. Having it at Donida was just a great change, not only in venue, but in the way we could add events to the show and attract the numbers we needed to make it a success.

The reason I say "most" everything was going well was because while things were getting accomplished at Donida, things back at KCJ had taken a very serious turn. Jan, one of the owners, had fallen seriously ill while out of town and had to be returned to Federal Way via medical transport and was admitted to the hospital that morning. Her family was understandably concerned and needed to be with her. Kelli, her daughter, was scheduled to haul a few horses from KCJ to the show. We'd had 6 horses slated to go to the show up until that week. Kelli's personal horse, Shasta, came up lame that week and would not be going to the show but Kelli was going to still haul 3 of them. As of the night before we had a ride for the remaining two but with Kelli needing to be with her family, there was lots of planning to going on so that we could take that burden off her plate. By 6pm on Friday, we had a rides arranged and since my phone was acting up, I shut it off content to press on with show-organizational duties. By the time we went to leave I turned the phone back on to discover a text that said "No one is going to the show now". I made a couple of phone calls and learned that a trailer had been delivered to KCJ but there was no one to haul it so Lynn (Fabulous Lynn who fixes my hand, volunteers for nearly EVERYTHING and is a wonderful friend!) offered to tow that trailer with her truck if I could meet her at 5am. We agreed and I went home to try to get some sleep before I set off to meet Lynn so that at least Coconut and Lola, our SAFE foster horse could get to the show.

I got little sleep that night and even when I laid in bed, my feet tapped out every walk, trot and halt of the Intro A & B test. I probably got a total of 3 hours sleep before the alarm went off and I bolted out the door to go meet Lynn. We both arrived at the same time & discovered that the trailer that I had been told was dropped off the night before...wasn't there!!!

It was far too early in the morning to start calling people and Lynn needed to be at Donida by 6am so I made the decision to get myself over to the show because, quite frankly, the show itself was more important than the time I was going to spend trying to find another way to get Coconut & Lola there. Even though I KNEW it was the right choice, it didn't make it any easier and I truly cried the whole drive from KCJ to Donida.

Once there, I had plenty to do to keep myself busy but I must have had to answer the horrified question "Where's Coconut???" and many times, fighting back my deep sadness, I explained what had happened. I do have to say that there were many offers to borrow a trailer to go get her but the truth was that I had never driven a trailer and under stressful circumstances like that seemed like the least ideal circumstances in which to test myself. So...Coconut did not make it...nor did Lola who had also worked hard to get ready for Halter & Showmanship.

The show, however, was amazing....truly heartwarming and just a pleasure to help and spectate at. Bonnie reported 102 Horse/Rider pairs and by the size of some of the classes, I'd say we had a better turn-out than ever before.

We battled the rain and competed with a couple other schooling shows but for those who came, I know that everyone was pleased with the event and had a good time. It's hard not to smile with pride in what we did as an organization but the biggest lump in my throat was in seeing horses we had previously seen in dire situations...like Ready Say Go, who had been an auction rescue last October, wining ribbons and getting adopted AT THE SHOW!!! There were many stories of glory for rescued horses and in fact, the rescue classes were among the largest. That in itself is a celebration of the horses and the people who care for them.

The show went on until past 8:00pm that night when we finally wrapped up the last classes. Many of the folks had gone home but there was still quite a crowd for the traditional "Bribe Your Horse" finale. Most of us were drenched and tired but closed the evening with a laugh before awarding the High Point prizes and drawing the SAFE rider Campaign winner.

In the end, Bonnie & the clean up crew were tying up the last few items so that we could leave the show-grounds. Gwen Blake came into the show office and gave us (and mostly Bonnie) the ultimate complement....that our show had been one of the best run shows ever held there. She went on to suggest that next year we consider a two day event because of the size of our show and the number of entrants. We all agreed that is worth looking into & there are already some exciting ideas floating around on how to make that successful.

My next update is revisit to the Great Paint Project...

Where I left off, Chrissy had come out and worked with Sugar a bit, Basil was recovering from getting gelded and Maeve and I were immersed in getting these two in good condition before we offered them up for adoption.

John warned me when Basil turned One that the next year was going to be difficult but to stick with him as he'd get over it and would end up being a great horse. Sugar, however, was coming along nicely. She had proven to be a sweetheart under saddle. While she was out of condition, she just has a really nice heart and tries very hard. As our three-month project deadline approached, Maeve informed me that she wanted to keep Sugar as her family horse. I was delighted because that meant that she'd stay at KCJ and I'd get to see her all the time. Eventually, Sugar ended up moving into the stall & pasture next to us. Sugar & Coconut became great friends, in fact I call them BFF's. I do believe they actually LOVE each other. Sugar's certainly the Alpha but they really enjoy each other's company and get turned out together often. I really love one of the posts that Maeve shared about how initially not being very moved by Paints (ok, I think she actually said "I don't really like Paints"!) she admitted how this misfit horse seemed to blossom with love & care and just captured her heart. Here's one of her updates on the SAFE Message Board:
"Sugar is continuing to bloom in her new life as a riding horse. She is responding beautifully on the ground and under the saddle in walk trot and canter and even did some cavaetti work today. Even more, I am responding beautifully to being an owner of a horse- I have just gained so much from this experience. I just can't get enough from all the natural horsmanship training- I really enjoyed the Clinton Anderson clinic recently (and yet I somehow managed to get out of there without one of his pretty pink sticks!), and I look forward to every minute I get to spend at the barn. As much as Sugar needed a "rescue" I feel like she has rescued me- this last year has just been so difficult financially and just all around depressing. In my line of work, success and prosperity is so dependant on an good frame of mind and outlook on life, and some how this little mare has brought an endless supply of that for me. Life has been better with a little Sugar in it."

So Sugar found a home in Maeve's heart but Basil seemed to attract the wrong kind of interest and I got very discouraged in the beginning of my search for the perfect home for him. At some point over the summer of 2009, I decided that he would stay with me until I found a better home than I could provide...admitting that I was probably not the best home, but better than most that had expressed an interest in him...and so he stayed with me.

John, our farrier, continued to sing the praises of Basil each time he came out. I had to trust because in my eyes, he was nippy and somewhat awkward in his growth patterns but John has a reputation for having a good eye for horses and so I trusted him. Early on he told me that this horse would take me to the "Big Show" but when I told him all I really wanted was a good trail horse, he said this would be the best darn trail horse out there if that's all I wanted to do with him (ya' know...if I was going to keep him or something!) And that awkward year passed and this handsome horse emerged on the other end. A horse that kind of takes your breath away when you see him ... or when you get those glimpses of the Horse he's becoming because that second year is still full of changes.

In that year I was up and down on the subject of keeping Basil and at some point early in the summer I had to make a decision and that was that he'd be better off in a situation that would be able to turn him into the stellar horse I felt he could be. Maeve and I decided to put him into training to give him 30 days of solid ground work and then get him out there and get him exposed to new situations and hopefully new interested people.

I missed an opening to send him to a trainer I respected a great deal but a fateful conversation in Maeve's studio one day with Kelli opened us all up to a project in which Kelli would become his ground trainer and then we'd get him out to a few schooling shows.

The first day of training went really well, I'm told. I wasn't able to make it but Basil was a champ and did everything Kelli asked and looked great doing it. His movements were solid and his brain was engaged. By his second session, he began to draw a crowd and at the end of the first week, folks at the barn were asking what his training schedule was so they could watch. Kelli had really connected with him we were witnessing something really special. By the end of the first week, he had taken to saddling up and even accepted weight in the saddle. He quickly understood giving to pressure and seemed to already have the knowledge filed away in that beautiful head of his.

After a few weeks, Kelli admitted that she was afraid to go any further with him...not because he couldn't handle it, but because it would mean that their work together would come to an end and I'd get him out to the shows and I'd get MORE than I was asking for him. What it came down to is that she had bonded with him deeply and didn't want him to go. In an unexpected show of support, her family actually came to her and made it possible for her to keep him at KCJ and so she made me an offer and I didn't even have to think twice. SOLD!!! I can't think of a better outcome for him than to be with her AND...I get to see him because he won't move anywhere. It's like it was meant to be.

Now he lives like a King...Kelli's built him his own stall & remodeled a shed as his tack room. He's got a whole new (to him) wardrobe of colorful, quality blankets and lots & lots of love from his new Momma!! She has plans to show him eventually but for now, he's still growing and working on her lessons with him. I'm so happy for both of them!!

...and NOW....I'm on my way to the World Equestrian Games (WEG)....I'm actually sitting in a hotel in Chicago after spending the day with my husband, Les & my son, Corey. I tagged along with them to a baseball game at Wrigley Field followed by pizza at Gino's East (YUM!) and tomorrow I leave them to their Seattle Sounders soccer adventure here in Chicago while I head down to Louisville where I'll pick up a rental car and head out to Lexington where I'll be a volunteer at the WEG. I have lots to tell about that process...because it didn't just happen overnight by any means, but hopefully, I'll have lots of time over the next two weeks in the evenings to write updates....whew....so it's after 1am and my best standby flight will be at 9:45am so time to end this update.

Thanks to everyone who's been on me to get back on the "Hoofprints Across My Heart" project. I appreciate the support and that you enjoy it. I really like it too, but as I said up top, it can be overwhelming at times when there's so much to write about. Hang in there...I am!!!!

PS: I'll try to post photos. The computer was not liking my SD card and I have one back up so we'll see if that works better tomorrow!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Just Say "Yes!"; Creating A Volunteer Resume

Somewhere out in the Equine Community an adventure awaits!

It's been my experience that the more I put myself out there, the more I get to do, thus was the idea behind this blog originally; to document the horses and the fun I've had being around them. Think about the difference between standing on the perimeter with your arms folded across your chest. You may witness something but if you walk into it with your arms out & hands open, you'll get to touch it, feel it and experience it in a way your eyes alone may never fully comprehend.

I can't even say when I began to crave the "feeling" & it may surprise some to learn that I was once a quiet, shy, "Perimeter" kinda girl. I didn't know how to engage myself into the situation but took great joy in watching others having fun. At some point I figured out that I had to keep putting myself in the situation I wanted in order to start living my dreams.

At the age of seven I would get on my bike and discover my world. Perhaps the most important *find* was the local riding stable. For $2.50 I could buy myself an hour of freedom on a horse. I still don't understand what the harm would have been in doing this every day but my parents allowed me to do so once per week, typically on Saturday. Eventually I was asked to take other renters out with me and show them the trails so I unofficially became a trail guide very young...of course on a volunteer basis. That opened the door to allow me to come to the barn more often and volunteer to do other things like grooming, turning out, watering, etc. Of course they could have paid someone else to do that but I didn't care, I got to be around horses and that's all that mattered to me. It was quite a process getting to that position though...it took many days, perhaps even weeks of just coming and hanging out, standing at the fence line and looking pathetic...until they gave me something to do. Eventually I mustered up the courage to actually ask what I could to help and at some point they gave me ride time in exchange. It was a long process but I'd say that relationship lasted four years until we moved to a less horse-friendly neighborhood. I kept riding as often as I could but the lack of easy access kept me from pursuing my passion until much later in my life.

When I got back into horses in my 40's, I started off in the middle of something I probably had no business getting into, rescue. I hadn't planned it that way, but thankfully I aligned myself with a great team and got the support I needed to get my horse and myself through the process. In my adult life, I've pretty much followed my childhood habit of asking what I can do to help and eventually found myself stepping up for horses in need.

With S.A.F.E. I started out by sponsoring Kokomo and that led to a party where I forced my friends to donate money and before I knew it, I was answering "YES!" too all kinds of calls for help and discovered that usually led to meeting some really incredible folks...and more horses!

As I made more and more contacts, I kept getting more and more invites to participate in various activities as a volunteer. I welcome these invites and these days I actually have to turn some down because there simply are not enough hours in a day to do all the things I would like to.

I gave up TV pretty much altogether a few years ago. I watch it from time to time (thank you On-Demand) but mostly I spend a lot of time sending emails, cultivating the ever-growing network and actually getting out there and doing the work, riding the horses and making a difference...and encouraging others to do so as well.

When S.A.F.E. asked me to be the Volunteer Coordinator two years ago, I will admit that I was both honored and frustrated. I am a fairly decent fund raiser. I like to call it FUNd raising as I've discovered it's always easier to extract people's money when they're having too much fun to notice their lighter wallet...or care!. But it hit me that I had to be prepared to do what needed to be done and for this organization, someone to wrangle volunteers was needed. I said "yes!" (note, that's with a small "y"...perhaps not as enthusiastic as a "YES!", but still a "yes!").

Turns out my duties would be to answer volunteer email inquiries and to schedule the daily chore volunteers at Jaime's farm where most of the horses are kept. I wasn't asked to, but I also self appointed myself to increase participation by volunteers at events like the Horse Show and other community relation opportunities. I kept telling myself that I'd do it until they found someone better. While I can think of better organized people and perhaps even people who might have more time, they seem to have out-smarted me by keeping busy with other commitments and here I remain, two years later, still SAFE's Volunteer Coordinator but I can still type that with a smile for many reasons.

I often get asked how I can stomach the rescue work when there are so many horses to help and so many ways to abuse and neglect a horse. I have two philosophies that get me through...

The first, and probably most important in terms of the rescue/volunteer community, is that for every individual I am exposed to who causes harm to a horse, I get to be in the unique position to meet (at least) a hundred other people who want to help in some way. That keeps my heart full and my commitment motivated. Yes, there are sick & ignorant people out there but I like to think they are a minority. The majority of the people I come into contact with personally are amazing people who want to make a positive difference and a lasting change.

The second and obviously the most significant is the subject of our efforts: The Horses!

These horses have no real reason to trust humans and yet beginning with the smallest act of kindness, perhaps a handful of hay, they do. I believe they sense & gauge your inner value early on. I also believe we become more than hay & treat dispensers to them. I think they understand that there's a chance at something better. The relationship starts when they learn to trust and it builds until they learn to give...or perhaps we should look at it like they give-back.

Even when times get tough in rescue, when organizations are struggling, mistakes are made, personalities clash, the horses are still there....innocents... and I'm going to quote myself again "It's times like this that both make me question and confirm WHY I do this work!" We get through the tough stuff to do the good work. The work that we sometimes do for no other reason than our hearts tell us we must.

So what do you get out of volunteering? For me, I get the satisfaction of knowing that I've helped but along the way some pretty amazing things have happened because I stopped being the girl on the rail, waiting to be called upon to follow my dreams.

Like I mentioned, this volunteering thing has been pretty much a life-long endeavor for me but it doesn't take long to build what I refer to as my Volunteer Resume. For me it's not always about the horses (although certain members of my family might be of a different opinion!), I actually spend a fair amount of time supporting other community service endeavors but regardless of the subject matter, I will say that having that experience has helped in ways I might not have expected many years ago.

Let's look at my son Corey for a moment: in MY household there is pretty much a non-stop running stream of volunteer opportunities and so my kids were roped into lots of them. Sometimes it started with a grumpy face but usually ended in a happy one. When it came time for Corey to go out and look for a job, with seemingly no experience, we built a full page resume based on his volunteer experience. While it's not a real job, I believe it did show a great deal of worth by showing there were things he would do for free, just because it was a good thing to do. I'm thinking hard right now, but I don't believe there is a job he interviewed for that he didn't get. I have to believe that makes an impression & a difference.

I think about all the volunteers who work with S.A.F.E. and how following their passion could, perhaps, lead to fantastic "paying" opportunities. Whether they're mucking stalls, organizing fund raising events or making public speaking appearances; they're all showing a work ethic and commitment. That translates well in the professional world & I would encourage anyone who performs volunteer work on a consistent basis to include that in your personal resume's. It's certainly worthwhile and you never know were it can lead you.

In my own little volunteer world, I just completed my second event with the Equestrian Institute last weekend as a Ring Steward for the Champagne Classic Dressage show. Again, I get as much out of it as I give. As part of my job, I'm watching the warm-up arena and get to hear all the trainers on the rail giving last minute tips to their riders. I'd like to think that some of that is sinking in for my own use. I certainly do take their tips to heart and see if I can apply them in my own riding.

I've also accepted a volunteer position for the World Equestrian Games in Lexington, Kentucky this fall. It was actually quite a long process & I had to go through several interviews but I think my resume actually helped me land a dream position with them. I have been assigned to the Marketing/Sponsorship team and will get to participate in fun activities to promote the various sponsors of the event. I don't know that I could ask for a better role...and I get to go to the WORLD EQUESTRIAN GAMES....that alone is amazing!!

So....seriously folks....build your volunteer resume...IT WORKS!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, July 9, 2010

Dignity, Courage, Grace .... Jasmine





Wednesday, July 7th: The dreaded 7:30am call that comes up "KCJ Stables" on my caller ID. You know that can never be good ...

Ken said that Jasmine, the S.A.F.E. mare that has been fostered at our barn since April, along with 2 yr old Lola, the Appy/Arab filly, was down and when he brought food in she got up, came over, sniffed it, walked away and laid down again. He had been planning to move the two of them up to the front grass pasture that day anyway and he was going to take her up there to see if she would eat from the pasture but suggested that I needed to come & see if I thought she needed a vet.

I was actually almost to my shop and thankfully I had very little planned except a 10am appointment so I was able to fulfill my obligation to stay "available" there until 8am and then head over to the barn. When I pulled up Lola was happily eating hay in the pasture they'd been turned out just 20 minute before and Jasmine was off to the side, laying down in the wet grass. I went up to pet her head and she stood up, let me give her a couple of rubs and then she walked about 20 steps and laid down again, facing away from me.

I got the feeling she was not feeling well so I went up to the tack room and got my notebook/pen, thermometer & stethoscope so that I could give some facts to the next several people I was going to have to call. Jasmine was now saving up her breaths and exhaling with force, making sounds as she did so. I took that to mean that she was in pain. I called Kelli and she came out and gave her a dose of banamine.

I spoke to Bonnie & Jaime to tell them that something was up with Jasmine. She'd been having diarrhea issues for several weeks and we'd tried many different feeding options and probiotic but she would turn her nose up at anything soaked and with her weight dropping a bit I was getting concerned. We had already started discussing the options but I don't think any of us expected for her to take a big dive in her comfort level so quickly.

Just last weekend we were dressing up in party hats and taking funny photos...and had a nice field trip down to the lower open grass area to hang out while Basil was having a lesson on Monday. She seemed very happy that day although I was concerned about her weight, she didn't look dangerously thin or anything. I hoped adding more hay might help since she wouldn't accept any of the traditional weight gaining attempts. It turns out she really just wasn't interested in food in general, although it was a subtle change.




























































I called Dr. Kent Tooman at Tooman Equine and he said he could be there between 10 & 10:30. Maeve was on her way and we all were now focused on her and what we could do to make her comfortable. We tried walking her but she really just wanted to lay down. With a colic it's a good idea to keep them moving both to get their systems functioning so that they can pass the things that are causing them discomfort. But many horses, if allowed to lay down, will roll and thrash which can cause the intestines to become twisted. I have been told that few horses ever die from colic, but rather the complications of it...such as the "twisted gut" or from toxicity from fermenting bile that builds up behind a blockage. I knew from when Coconut had her big colic episode that she was ok to lay down after she was tubed and sedated as long as she was not rolling and trashing. So we walked Jasmine and then gave her time to rest peacefully as long as she was not distressed. There was no indication that she was actually having gut pains, none of the typical signs at first: looking at her belly and no rolling/trashing, really she just looked very tired in the beginning.

Maeve had arrived and could now take over the Jasmine Watch so I ran off for my appointment and hurried back as fast as I could. Most of the time I consider it just a little lazy that I rarely leave the six-mile corridor between my house and my shop & that it's sheer coincidence that my barn is just about half-way between them both on the same road but sometimes it feels more like a brilliant or, perhaps even, divine plan to make it so easy for me to bounce from one to another quickly. It's days like this that I thank my lucky stars that I am so lazy because I am truly able to juggle much of what I need to do fairly easy. It also helps that I've got such a great "life" team and that because Kelli works for me part time she is also able to jump in at the spur of the moment which came in handy later that day too.

When I returned to the barn, Dr. Tooman was already there, suspected colic and he & Maeve had moved Jasmine to Coconut's stall where they had already tubed her and began running mineral oil through her. As he palped her he felt and removed hard manure balls that bounced as they hit the stall mat. He felt sure that she had a blockage & we discussed the treatment plan for the day. He was going to return a little later in the afternoon to administer IV Fluids as she was very dehydrated. All reports from Ken & Kelli were that she'd actually drank quite a bit of water in the last several days but apparently the
diarrhea was apparently taking it all away from her. We were told to withhold food, encourage drinking and watch for an oily blob to come through her. Time was going to be what it would take as we had all done all we could at this point. She was comfortable but a big worry was ahead of us...we were about to have the first (and possibly record breaking) hot day in a very long time. The morning had been pleasant, temperature wise, but it could get extremely unpleasant later.

By noon the plans for the day were in place. We groomed her, which she has always loved, and Maeve gave her a beautiful braid. I added some daisies from the pasture. I know she appreciated the attention & it took the edge off of the sad look she had. We had a small window of opportunity to get out and grab some lunch & run to the feed store to pick up some electrolytes and get back to meet Dr. Tooman. Kelli had returned from my shop so she & Stephanie from our barn came up to join us as we all stood around her while she got her IV fluids and some more pain medication. She got 10 bags of fluid and a lot of love.

We talked about her and Dr. Tooman was surprised to learn that she actually had *Fans*. This was no ordinary horse. She was a strong horse with a tragic history but a forceful present. I explained how SAFE gives each horse it's own identity and people from all over the country log in to see updates on them. Jasmine was one of the most popular horses we had. Part of it could be that she was among the longest residents of SAFE at this point but also because of her story...

I first wrote about Jasmine in one of my January 2010 posts: Even a Mother's Love

Jasmine came from Coconut's herd & that gave me a special connection to her. They were, undoubtedly, on the same pasture at some point in their past neglect and I've always thought that if we moved to our own farm that Jasmine would come with me and I would give her a Forever Home. When Ken offered to foster a couple of the SAFE horses for 3 months I was thrilled that Jaime said she'd like to send Jasmine & Lola. We were all excited to have them at our barn and they quickly became quite popular amongst the other boarders, especially with Ken, Jan & Kelli who are the ones who care for the horses here. I think it was also very important that Jasmine and Lola have given a face to neglect for some of the folks. They've all been aware of what I do in the rescue world but I am not sure it hits home until you see a baby without a mother (although I think some of them still think Lola WAS Jasmine's foal & most had a hard time grasping that Lola is actually two years old because she's so small) and what was once a perfect Arabian face, now covered in scars & exaggerated body from multiple breedings.

By now most of the barn knew that she was having issues that day & everyone hoped for her full recovery. We all knew there wasn't much we could do but to check on her and keep her comfortable. Jasmine got to spend some time on Coconut's pasture and she somehow immediately was drawn to this place that I call Coconut's bed. it's a low spot on the pasture, under the shade of a big tree that has very soft dirt and further cushioned with pine needles. When Jasmine first found it she had her nose to the ground and kept walking in circles until she finally laid down there. Later, after she'd gotten her IV fluids & had been in the stall awhile she was doing ok I thought I'd let her out on the pasture as there really isn't much grass out there anyway. The moment I opened it up, she trotted directly out to that spot and laid down again. I realized she had been thinking about that spot and couldn't wait to get back there....it was her new happy spot. Later that day I entertained how I might be able to keep Jasmine there with Coconut after she got better.

Ken, Kelli, Maeve & I all took turns checking on her through the night. She still was not interested in water and had not passed much more than a few small manure balls. She didn't seem in distress but we gave her a dose of Banamine just to get her through the night. Her last check was after midnight and Kelli said she seemed to be stable. The next check would be at 5:00am and if there were any concerns, Dr. Tooman said to call him then as he had a small window of opportunity come out to help her that morning if needed. When I woke up after 6:00am and checked my phone: thankfully no calls...so I headed to the barn. Jasmine was up and standing on the spot. She looked perkier than the day before but I didn't see any manure piles. Her flowers had dried out and so I took them out of her beautiful braid which was still in tact.

The lighting was so beautiful that morning that I felt compelled to go back to the car and grab my camera.



I gave her lots of love and hugs, whispering to her that she was very loved and that lots of people all over were hoping she'd get better soon...and to PLEASE start drinking water soon....and pooping....we needed her to poop too!

I left her for a few hours and got phone updates from Maeve that she had discovered several piles of manure in the pasture, including one very oily mess (YAY!) and that she was drinking water with a fair amount of gusto...even playing in it at times!

We felt she had turned a corner and we started updating the various threads, facebook pages and making some phone calls. My son Corey and I stopped in to visit with her, give her some love and encouragement and to snap a few more photos. She seemed calm but tired. I expected her to be tired after all she'd been through. Kelli, Maeve & Ken continued to check on her through the afternoon.

My husband & I had gone down to the track that evening and as we were waiting for the car, I told him I wanted to swing by the barn on the way home to check on her. She had been checked at feeding time around 5:00pm and then again at 7:00pm & there was nothing unusual at those times. We arrived at the barn about 9:00pm. There were several cars down at the main barn but things were quiet up at ours. I saw Jasmine standing on the little hill closest to the stall and I could see right away something was wrong. Even from the car I could see that her sides were contracting and expanding pretty rapidly. I went up and got her and noticed her face was wet. I first assumed that she'd been playing in the water tank but I noticed she was wet along her neck and girth line. As I touched these areas they were not cool, they were warm and turned to white foam when I touched her. I grabbed the thermometer and, dress, sandals and all, went in for the temp... 100.4 (which is acceptable) But I didn't need a stethoscope to take her heart rate, just my hand on her girthline...120 bpm. I knew she was in distress and called Kelli to get another dose of banamine in her but Kelli was not answering the phone (it turned out it had run out of power & she was on their boat at the moment). The air temp had dropped down quite a bit and none of the other horses were having heat issues. I then called Ken to come down and he agreed she was in distress so he grabbed the hose and we hosed her off completely, even offering it as a drink, which she did appear to take. I've seen this horse and a hose in a bath situation and she was pretty skiddish. That evening she stood perfectly still and I imagine the water must have felt pretty good right about then. For some reason everyone at the lower barn had decided to leave and the farm went from lively to very quiet and still...peaceful...even in the chaos that was unfolding with Jasmine.

I called Dr. Tooman and gave him the vitals and he agreed that we should give her another dose of banamine and check her vitals again in 30 minutes and then an hour to see if that bpm didn't go down. If not, he'd come out that night, if it did bring it under control, he'd plan to come out in the morning with IV Fluids in case they were needed. He also told me at that point that the blood he'd drawn while giving her the IV Fluids the day before didn't indicate anything we should be concerned with, they were actually pretty normal. He did say he thought this was a mild colic but admitted that the combination of her age, history of neglect (permanent damage due to lack of proper worming, feeding or vet care), the heat and the colic seemed to be making this very difficult on her. He also said there could be more going on and didn't know why the colic had occurred.

I made a decision to drive Les home and get some more mosquito appropriate clothes on. While at home, I checked to see if I could contact Kelli yet and while she was still not home, I did get in touch with Heather who also lives on the barn property hoping she might have some banamine on hand. Sadly she was out too but did suggest I pick up some rubbing alcohol in case we needed to hose her down again. I dashed out of the house, stopped at the store to grab that and some protein bars and a drink as I figured I could be out there all night & flew back to the barn.

At about 10:25pm Ken called me as I was pulling into the driveway and he said he was worried about her. He'd put his hand on her side and she seemed very tender. When I told him I was there, he returned to the house to keep trying to get Kelli on the phone. In the few moments since Ken left, she'd walked over to that soft spot in the pasture and had laid down. I crested the hill and called her name, she lifted her head but was quite weak. I decided that she was doing what she could to be comfortable and until we could get Kelli home to get the banamine the best I could do would be to leave her in peace.

Since I had been unable to get in touch with Jaime, I returned to the car to call Bonnie and informed her of the situation. I told her that I instructed Dr. Tooman that we would do everything we could for this mare, but heroic efforts were probably not in Jasmine's best interest and shared that I really felt at this point, Jasmine was giving up. The plan with Dr. Tooman would be that I would call him if things did not improve and he'd come out during the night to access the situation but that we'd let her go if it was obvious there wasn't much more we could do. Bonnie agreed...just about then, Jaime called so I switched over the call and brought her up to date, including my conversation with Bonnie about the possibility of letting her go peacefully.

About 30 minutes had passed since I'd last checked on Jasmine and while I had Jaime on the phone I walked back out to the pasture and called her name. This time she didn't lift her head....she was gone. Under the weight of my broken heart and the flood of tears that came I was pulled to the ground beside her. As I stroked her neck and her face I suddenly realized that this was how she wanted it. While it didn't make me stop crying, it did give me some relief to know that she chose this for herself.

Kelli called and said she was on her way with the banamine...I let her know that Jasmine was gone. She and Heather came to be with us...

As I sat there with her I came to terms with many beautiful truths about Jasmine...

In the moonlight she was laying there so perfect & beautiful & peaceful...a few years earlier her herdmates had passed in terror, captive within their starved and ravaged bodies. Jasmine once had a skinny body and diseased coat but now had a perfect body, a shiny coat and a beautiful face....the one that I remembered from our first meeting, that hung from her poor starved head had been replaced with that dishy Egyptian Arabian face and soft amber colored eyes that now looked up toward the sky. I turned my head upward and saw what she saw in her last moments looking up through the tree branches edging the clearing of sky... a clear summer sky filled with stars and the moon...a peaceful view from the soft earth she chose to make her final resting place.


I also realized that she wanted to be alone on this journey. In some ways I can look back over the two days and see that she sent many messages that she just wanted to be alone. I'm sure it may, to some extent, been that she wished to spare us the pain, but I think it was more her nature guiding her. She spent much of her life depending on her instinct for survival and in some way I think she was completely in tune to her nature that told her it was her time to go. Though she never appeared angry at us, I suspect that we humans may have actually gotten in the way as she tried to travel her natural path. I think she told us Wednesday morning as she moved away from us to go lay down somewhere else, quietly. I also think that she was waiting on that hill, watching the activity of the barn and when all the people left, she felt like she had her peace. When Ken finally walked away from her, she may have believed it was the right time and went over to her chosen spot to lay down...and just as she was getting comfortable, I walk over the hill and call her. I smile when I think of her lifting her head as if to say "What now people? Can you just give me a moment of peace please?" It turns out we, humans, were the ones with the lack of courage to let go.

There was a moment on Thursday morning where she stood in the sunlight and looked across the farm. I followed her gaze and discovered Lola in the pasture. Jasmine did not call her and Lola did not appear to be looking for her any longer either. The first day had been a little dramatic for Lola out there on the pasture alone but that following day was peaceful. Heather suggested that in the horse herds, especially the mares, feel an obligation to protect the babies...and wondered if Jasmine felt as if her job was done: Lola was peaceful now, no longer calling for her. Do you think they know when it's time to let go? Jaime and I talked about when Jasmine lost her filly, Ella....they were getting ready to take Ella to the hospital and they led Jasmine away and she didn't even look back at her. While at the time it seemed cold, we wondered if Jasmine didn't already know her baby was done...as was Jasmine's job to care for her. It's nature, I suppose.


...and then there's the spot itself...the place she chose for her final rest. She'd only spent two days on that pasture but it seemed uncanny that she felt the most comfortable in the place that Coconut also found the most comfortable. That soft bed of soil beneath the shade of the big tree where the breeze came in to cool even the hottest of days. Every time I saw Jasmine there she had her nose to the ground, walking around, checking out every inch of it. It occurred to me yesterday that it must have smelled like Coconut. I wonder if there was something familiar about that smell that made her feel so at home...perhaps a smell from her old herd...a horse who seemed familiar to her. I regret not having them spend pasture time together now to see if there was a bond between them. I've always felt a sense of stewardship towards the horses from that herd so I guess it's fitting that the two closest beings to Jasmine as she passed were Coconut and myself.

The place between Jasmine & her shadow is where she chose to make her final resting place

Maeve and I had an early morning talk on Friday and I told her that among the sadness I felt was the regret that I had failed to be able to fulfill my fantasy of giving Jasmine her forever home...and Maeve suggested that in reality, I had...that Jasmine had no idea that she was in Foster Care, per se. One night she moved to a nice new farm with her friend, Lola and there they found nice people who had horses with "jobs" and lots of activity to watch and even some to participate in. Surely they had that at Jaime's farm but probably not with the number of people on a daily basis and certainly not the number of horses who all had their own people. For all she knew, she was a boarder with * Staff *! Ken fed, Jan Cleaned, Kelli, Maeve and I gave love, took them out on mini adventures and periodic grooming...they had people of their own. (ok, shared with a couple other horses!) But they did, in deed, have us ...and we enjoyed having them. I hope with all my heart that Jasmine felt like she had her own home and that she was happy with us. She certainly was loved and enjoyed while she was here.



In the years before her life with SAFE, she had been deprived of the very basic care a horse should have and none of the luxuries. Food was not a given in that life...but in her recovery, the mare once labeled as "aloof" began to form relationships with humans, learning there are some who bring you food, treats and love. In the end she had been offered everything she needed, anything she might want ...and a choice. With everything she could ever need offered to her, she got to choose to decline and travel the path her nature told her to go. I call that dignity. It was a better end than some of her herd mates had and really quite lovely when you get past the part where we are all still here and will miss her. She did not leave us...she went on, with purpose.

I called Dr. Tooman that night to tell him he would not need to come the next morning, that she was gone. He was shocked! He really thought she was going to pull through. While she was getting her IV Fluids, we had told him that although she was a rescue mare, she was anything but forgotten. This was not just some pathetic rescue horse that didn't mean anything except maybe to the people she ended up with. This horse had a following and at that very moment there were possibly 100's of people who were following her situation & waiting for updates. He was genuinely surprised. SAFE does an incredible job of giving each of it's horses it's own identity. While it serves many purposes, it does create an individuality to each horse. People choose particular horses for various reasons and that holds true in rescue. Sometimes it's a name, a color or a breed that makes them stand out to you, but it's really their story that captivates you. I hear time and time again that people follow this or that particular SAFE horse and they virtually add it to their family & check often for updates. I know there are people on the east coast, this weekend who are talking about Jasmine and her sudden and tragic loss. She really meant something to many of us. Her loss has brought tears to quite a few.

As Kelli, Heather & I sat beside her in the moonlight and talked about her life, Kelli pointed over my head and said "Look...a shooting star!" ...that has to mean something, doesn't it? Perhaps it was Jasmine crossing over to join Ella and her other herd mates who passed before her. Horses whom I sure she loved and belonged with. I hope she told them there were people here who would have helped them if we'd known & shares the stories of how we stood beside her and mourned for them...and continue to help horses in need.

Jasmine, I hope you forgive our intrusion but know that it was with the utmost love and respect that we acted in hopes of keeping you with us longer. No more pain, no more neglect...only happy times, running with Ella and your friends. I will miss you...we all will...but you will never be forgotten...you were a once in a lifetime horse. You possessed a courage that none of the rest of us did ... to let go and follow your path. I'm so happy that you got to do this on your own terms. Thank you for being an inspiration to us all.